Searching For the Sound of Silence

Switchblade and Firestorm

Fill me with love.
Like a firestorm to fall and burn,
Like a switchblade snap, pierce and turn.
When all I feel is cold and dull,
Spin your clipper south to kill my fall.
And as I writhe within the flames
As I burst and bleed,
Claim.
All of me–the new, the old
The living fire, the hungry cold
And everything caught in between
That all of you would fill the heart of me.

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